In an abyss where echoes cradle between the folds of ticking stars, beneath the vault of pocket watch skies, there lies a door. Its whispers call only those who tread lightly between dreams and reality, where the winds carry the aroma of long-forgotten realms.
Pages unseen, written in the shimmer of twilight threads, tell of a wanderer who wrapped himself in the shadows of aeons. He spoke with the river’s ghost and danced upon sands still warm from the embrace of the dying sun. His steps were secrets, his breath melodies lost to time's rolling, spinning wheel.
The obelisks of forgotten names lean silently against the sky, guardians of truths that are neither here nor there, marking the passage of stories unbound by the laws of chronology. In the heart's forgotten whispers, a tune like glistening autumn leaves unfurls...
Journey Further Hear the Echoes Unveil the Shadows